.. Sorry." Everything was awkward for a moment. I couldn't stand there all night.So I asked, "what are you going to do then? Book a motel?" Uuugh, fuc.... I guess I'm gonna have to."This was a strangely pleasant encounter. It was nice to talk to someone. Though I felt sad now that I thought it had to end."My phone battery is flat--" Would you like to come in?" I said more loudly than I'd intended.She looked taken aback. Almost as much as I was myself. "Yeah, sure." ... What?" I stammered,. On his lunch-break Mike found a 3/8" thick piece of ash wood, cut it on the bandsaw drilled 18 medium holes in it, chamfered the edges and the holes so there were no sharp edges than sanded it smooth, he had made a paddle 3" wide 9" long with a narrower handle at one end he put it in a bag to take to Lyn's.Mike got home lyn was slightly "happy" after 2 glasses of wine, Mike gave her the bag and sat down, helped himself to a drink, Lyn opened the bag, remarked how nice the paddle looked stroked. "No, Pinky, that's for next week."Rob's eyes bugged, not getting the reference. She didn't explain."Do you have any serious objections to this, Rob?" she asked him gravely.Giving her question the thought it deserved, Rob finally answered. "I feel like I should have objections, I just can't think of any," he said with a confused frown. "Shouldn't I?" That's ultimately up to you. Do you feel like it's wrong? How can it be wrong if everyone involved agrees to it?" She leaned back with that,. But they all wanted to fit in with a shitty crowd and just rolled with the punches. I distanced myself from that crowd almost immediately and moved away from that town (and now I'm surrounded by black guys, it's glorious!!!) as soon as I could. It's kind of funny now because that town is now very diverse and I always wonder if they squirm at the thought of all the newly arrived BIG BLACK COCKS fucking their wives. Lol. I suck as many BBCs as I possibly can while I'm still young. Every time I.